Stone Circle Jaws 4: The Revenge

She is entirely unaware there are scents still on her, though she probably should have been more careful to wash the week from her summer coat. Not that this fact would have changed anything. This mutt needed a slap across the face and his incessant staring only fueled her wrath, and because she assumed it was bred from a shared hostility and nothing else.

She turns her prowl on him, her tail hoisted high, the ripple along her spine stiffening. It’s a slow stalk that promises a strike at its end. Because she is wolf; a wild hunter; and not a diplomat to tow the line and reach across the aisle for fear of retaliation.

“Speak again. But be willing to part with an ear. You don’t listen, anyway, so you’ll not need it.”